"Heartbroken? What the hell?"
Han Su looked at Xu Ji's pitiful expression and could barely keep a straight face.
The guy had come running over in such a state, almost gotten himself strangled, all just to say he was heartbroken?
"You're my brother—"
Xu Ji saw Han Su's displeasure and immediately became ten times more aggrieved. "If I'm heartbroken, who else am I supposed to go to?"
Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither said a word.
Han Su suddenly understood. He slowly waved a hand and sat down. "All right, this is on me!"
He'd been through so much lately that his perspective had gotten a little skewed. He thought this was a small thing, but for Xu Ji, getting his heart broken was a big deal, wasn't it?
When something serious happened to him, he went to Xu Ji. It was only reasonable for Xu Ji to come to him when something serious happened to him. He'd actually felt annoyed just now. He needed to reflect on that. Xu Ji's unapologetic attitude was the truly reasonable response.
He softened his tone. "So, how should I comfort you?"
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Xu Ji's head. "There, there. Want me to pat your head?"
"Ugh—"
Xu Ji sprang two meters away in disgust. "Isn't that gross?"
Han Su spread his hands helplessly. "You showed up at my door looking so pitiful. What else am I supposed to do?"
"Use your initiative—"
Xu Ji coaxed him along. "As my brother, you've got two options here, right?"
"Either give me advice on how to win her back, or come get drunk with me, put up with me being an idiot, and keep it a secret!"
"6
"—You really do have life all figured out!"
Han Su looked